Cleaning up and archiving semester homework, I found this GIF test I did for the Hawkeye motion comic that I made this past semester.
"No- that would have been rude. I figured you’d show me yourself one day." he looked up at him, grinning. "Besides, your room as a kid…it’s your sanctuary. Where you go to get away from family, where you sleep. I didn’t want to make anything out of place that would ruin that."
"I know you would," he chuckled, playfully nudging him. "You’re a little shit like that. But, you would have been disappointed. I didn’t have money as it was- and I wasn’t about to spend the little we did come by on nude magazines." Steve looked down at Lady, smiling as the dog began to twich and whine in her sleep. "I-I mainly just used my imagination. Though…I did have this one notebook…but I always had it hidden and I always felt like the drawings were so horrible. I mean, I know you have to draw the naked body to really understand the anatomy of a drawing but…" he shook his head, avoiding Tony’s eyes. He wasn’t exactly the type to brag his- ahem- private time.
"It’s not rude," he argued. "I mean… I guess my room was just never that big of a deal to me… or rather… I never felt completely safe in my room. I mean I slept there, and stored all my bots and plastered the walls with Captain America posters until I was nine, but my dad really had no concern for my privacy or anything. He could send Jarvis in any time and have me brought to some fancy dinner, or come in and take away a certain computer game because he was so sure it had communist influence in it. From seven to fifteen I was only there 4 months out of the year," he shrugged. "Boarding school and all. I dunno- for me the only time I really got to trust that my room was mine was at night, when everyone was asleep."
Smirking up at Steve and he went on about his own rendezvous as a kid, Tony chuckled. “Mmm, and what I would give to see that notebook,” he teased. “Though don’t you have to see a naked body to draw it you little peeper?” he wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re not as innocent as you lead on Cupcake. I’ve been a honry teenage boy before- you’re not hiding anything.”
tony why is your life so sad and hilarious
i randomly went to page 500something of man-thing’s blog and found this
Based on a scene that was deleted from the Avengers film.
Cap on his way to the gym to pound the *bleep* out of those punching bags, I assume.
your otp being near each other (◡‿◡✿)
your otp being cute around each other (◠‿◠✿)
your otp being romantic around each other (◕ω◕✿)
your otp fucking roughly against a wall (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧
"Aw- Cupcake, you don’t have to buy me things. I mean- you already let me pretty much stick it wherever I want and make me food- what else can a man ask for right?" he smiled, pulling the blonde in from the back of his neck for a kiss before looking down at the robot dog. "Although- this is pretty fucking cool. I remember I used to ask my dad for a dog all the time as a kid. You knew my father- so it’s pretty obvious what his answer always was. So I figured I’d just make the thing. I was in… second grade…? at the time and well- when you’re five years old and in second grade and still too smart for the class, you don’t have too many friends. So the little guy was technically my first friend I guess. If a robot dog you built solely to befriend you and keep you company counts a a friend I mean," he smirked softly, dusting off the old dirt and cobweb that had gathered.
"So-" he looked up at the blonde after a short pause. "You seriously went though my childhood room? Did you ever find all the hidden playboys? Or the old Cap memorabilia? God- I’m embarrassed."
"Always the romantic Tony." he chuckled, rolling his eyes. He smiled as Tony told his story, shaking his head. "I still am amazed by just the things you did when you were that young…"
Steve looked back at Tony, his cheeks flushing a bit before he turned back to Lady, petting the sleeping dogs head. “No! I wouldn’t do that, I was just looking around it really, it wasn’t like I was rummaging through your stuff.”
"Oh please-" Tony smirked. "You had a chance to invade of fifteen year old me’s privacy and you’re saying you didn’t even snoop around for anything? You know… I might have been young but I had plenty of dirty little secrets to go around hidden in that room. I even had this compartment in the floor with a safe lock. It’s where I hid my gay porn, alcohol…" Tony rambled, falling silent before looking down to avoid Steve’s eyes. "And some other stuff… I think I even put a gun or something in there at one point. You know- after being held for ransom so much as a child you tend to get paranoid."
Looking back up into clear blues, Tony smiled softly, a bit mischievously. “You know if it was the other way around and I got to go though teenage Stevie’s stuff, I would have totally had fun with it. Gone though your stuff for embarrassing baby pictures, looked around for any old artwork you mighta done, checked under your pillow for some naughty magazine clippings. Although- I gotta say vintage girls are got and all, but the porn is definitely better now than it was then…” Tony rambled, mostly to himself.